His Strength

If you’ve read Naked: From Silence to Freedom, you may already know my story.
If not, you can do so by clicking the title above.

My past circumstances once stole my voice—and recently, as certain things regarding that same circumstance resurfaced, it felt as if my voice and desire to be heard were slipping away again.
But this time, I’m aware of Someone far greater. His name is Jesus Christ.

I began writing from a place of brokenness. And when recent events brought me back to that familiar space for a moment, I found myself asking, How can I write? What could I even say right now?

But today, God reminded me who this blog belongs to—who my voice belongs to—who I belong to.

Before writing and posting Authenticity today, my last time writing a message was in August.

Today was one of those “His strength is made perfect in my weakness” kind of days.
I didn’t have it.
I didn’t have the words.
I didn’t even have the fight.

Because believe it or not, writing is my form of warfare—my way of standing firm against the enemy of our souls.
But God had time today.

I wanted to share that with you all, because even when we don’t have it, that’s alright—because we serve a God who always does.